A powerful slap almost twisted his neck and snapped out of it.
"Are you insane? You almost broke the tank!" Xenagrosh’s voice made the memories fade, returning him to reality.
Nandi found himself sitting on the ground of a room that looked out of a warzone. Everything that wasn’t protected by the powerful arrays surrounding Vastor’s version of Arthan’s Madness had been destroyed.
Broken pieces of equipment were scattered throughout the room along with the wooden splinters that once had been furniture and the walls had more holes than swiss cheese.
"I’m so sorry. I-"
"Just got a glimpse of the burden that your name carries. Now get back here and fuel the machine. Our little scuffle almost drained the energy reserves." Xenagrosh cut him short.
Nandi focused on the living mana crystals decorating his skin to conjure the necessary world energy. He used it to restore the arrays, empower the gene tank, and fuel the base’s self-repair abilities.
"Can I ask you something?" During the last few days, Nandi had learned the hard way why Baba Yaga never left him alone with the children and why she had sent him to the Master.
There were parts of his past so painful that he could speak about them only with those who had gone through similar experiences.
"As long as you’re not asking me out, sure." She replied while fueling the tank with a constant stream of vitality from her troll core.
"Why do you blindly follow the Master? He’s but a simple man whereas even before turning into a hybrid, each one of us had enough power to slaughter an army."
"It’s complicated." Xenagrosh said.
"Try me."
"I met him about a decade ago, right after one of his dearest students, someone called Nalear, almost died because of what the academy considered but a practical joke." Venom filled her voice, making Xenagrosh want to spit in disgust.
"The Master had already researched Arthan’s Madness for decades on his own, but until that point, he had always followed the Kingdom’s law. He meant to use the knowledge gained from the Mad King to find a way to cure all diseases without the risks that Body Sculpting involves.
"After that incident, however, the Master had taken a more radical approach and considered humanity itself as the disease that needed to be treated. He needed people for his experiments with Forbidden Magic and I needed food.
"Our interests aligned and so we started working together. The pact was simple. He would use his resources to provide me with a safe house and a semblance of life while I would use my abilities to supply him with all the subjects and knowledge that his research needed." She said.
"That doesn’t sound much like an Organization, more like a partnership." Nandi said.
"Neither of us was interested in the other except for how we could exploit our respective talents." Xenagrosh shook her head. "There was no trust nor bond between us, just business."
"Over time, however, the Master became intrigued by my ability to cast silent spells of all tiers, of never aging nor suffering any illness just like I got engrossed by the juicy amounts of energy his experiments generated.
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